Third Thursday Blog Hop: Have you experienced any miracles?

Today I’m excited to introduce something new on my blog.  Hearts at Home is an organization for moms.  A little more than a year ago we invited mom bloggers to become Hearts at Home bloggers.  Several times a year we asked them to share about Hearts at Home on their blog.

Now we are adding a new element to the Hearts at Home bloggers experience.  On the third Thursday of each month, we’re featuring a blog hop.  All of the Hearts at Home bloggers are blogging about the same topic so you can not only enjoy my perspective on the topic, but you can click on any of the blogs listed at the bottom of this post throughout the day tomorrow to gain encouragement from other moms!  (If you’re reading this post in email, you’ll need to click HERE to see the other blogs in the blog hop.)

If you’d like information on becoming a Hearts at Home blogger yourself, you can email Jessica Benzakein.  Jessica is a volunteer who lives in Wisconsin and manages all of Hearts at Home’s social media.

Now for today’s topic: Have you experienced any miracles in your life?

The answer to that question is YES!  In our family, we call those “God Stories,” and we have so many of them that we have a shadow box hanging in our family room with items that remind us of each miracle we’ve seen God do.  Here’s our “Blue Car” God Story as I shared it in my book Real Moms…Real Jesus.

“Anne, I need to talk with you.” I began the dreaded conversation with our then almost sixteen-year-old daughter one Saturday morning. “You know that dad and I were saving money to buy a third car for the family so that when you turn sixteen you’d have a vehicle to use. What we didn’t count on was our well running dry (oh the joys of living in the country!). When we had to have a new well dug we had to use the car money. Now we won’t be able to purchase a car.”

Anne’s face reflected her disappointment. I was disappointed too. With four children (only God knew then that we would adopt a fifth child just two years later!) I was looking forward to some help with the taxi responsibilities. “I’m bummed, Mom, but I understand. I guess I’ll just have to pray for a car.”

I affirmed her decision to pray, but I had no idea how serious she was. Several weeks after our conversation Anne popped in the kitchen while I was making dinner and said, “Mom, you know how I told you that I would pray for a car? I just wanted you to know that I am praying specifically like you’ve taught me. I’m praying for three things:

  • that it would have an automatic transmission because I don’t know how to drive a stick shift
  • that it would be a four door since I’ll be taking my brothers and sisters so many places and it’s a pain to climb in and out of the backseat of a two-door.
  • That it would be blue because it’s my favorite color.”

I stared at her in astonishment. “Wow! That’s a tall order,” I responded. “I think if God provides you a car, you’d better be ready to take it as it is even if it means learning to drive a stick, climbing out of the backseat, or learning to like another color!”

“I know, Mom,” she replied, “but God tells us to ask specifically so I am. And I believe He can provide if it’s in His will.”

I was astonished at my daughter’s spiritual maturity, but my heart was torn in two directions. I was so proud of my daughter’s faith. She was taking God at his word and her belief was strong. At the same time I desperately wanted to protect my girl from disappointment. This was a tall order and even though I believed that God could provide, I just didn’t know that He really would, and I didn’t want her to get hurt.

Several days after that conversation, I stumbled out of bed early one morning and decided to check e-mail before everyone woke up and the morning chaos began. I noticed an email from a man at our church who had never sent e-mail to us before. When I opened his message and read it, tears started rolling down my cheeks:

Hello Mark and Jill,

I’m in the process of purchasing a new car and my old one still runs fine but it isn’t worth a whole lot. I’ve been praying about what to do with the old car and today, as I was walking down the hall at work, God brought you to my mind. I think you have a daughter who will be driving soon and I’m wondering if you would like a car for her. Here are the basic details: it’s a 1983 Honda Accord, automatic transmission, four doors. Don’t know that it matters, but it’s blue. Let me know if you’d be interested. If you are, I’m willing to give it to your family.


“Yes, Mike,” I whispered aloud, “it does matter that it’s blue. It matters a lot!” I couldn’t believe my eyes. I was humbled by my daughter’s faith and God’s miraculous provision. God’s truth came to my mind, “According to your faith will it be done to you” (Matthew 9:29b).

If you don’t think that God performs miracles today, then think again.

What about you?  Have you experienced any miracles in your life?

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19 thoughts on “Third Thursday Blog Hop: Have you experienced any miracles?

  1. Jill,

    I love your blue car story. I also love the milk and bread story you have shared– you should share that sometime as well. Your stories always bring me to tears!

  2. And even more than the provision of the car, I love it that God gave your daughter the gift of a very personal, unforgettable evidence of His promise to hear her and His action to answer!

  3. Two miracle stories stand out clearly besides the many others we have experienced in our family over the years.

    Four years ago, my daughter often kept asking me when she would have the opportunity to take a flight and go on a holiday. She was 11 years old then. Since her birth, we had rarely taken a proper break. May be a day at the beach or a long weekend off at a nearby hill station or at a relative’s place in the city itself. “Pray baby” I’d say to her each time she enquired about going on a holiday by air and she would give me a queer look. Somewhere down the line she must have started to pray specifically for this reason, because in approximately 8 to 10 weeks time my sister-in-law and her husband were in India and they invited us on a vacation with them to some of the most scenic places in the country with all expenses paid and that too taking part of the vacation by flight. Can you imagine, my daughter’s delight? The first statement she made was “Prayers work mummy”

    In the normal routine of her life she began to pray specific prayers like to clear the traffic to avoid being late to school, or that the seamstress should tailor the dress exactly like the pattern was (In India we still have the privilege of tailoring our clothes) or that it should rain heavily for the school exam to be cancelled or that it should not rain during her school picnic.

    Recently, she said some of her friends’ families had already made plans to go on an international holiday this summer and she ended by saying she was going to pray for this in her prayers. Though I am a recipient of the mighty powers of our living God, yet I doubted the outcome of her prayers.

    To cut a long story short, before we could even blink, we have returned back after a 9 days memorable family holiday to Singapore & Malaysia even before her friends have left for their vacations. I cannot explain where & how we managed to sort our finances, booked our flights, hotels and shopped till we dropped mostly for our daughter – but yes, our wonder worker Jesus made it possible for us.

    Right now, we are going to our Maundy Thursday church service with my daughter in her new outfit from Singapore.

    • Viola, I love these stories! Thank you for sharing…and for giving us insight into culture in India!

  4. Wow! Thank-you so much for sharing that story. I’m one of those who is scared to pray specifically, for a few reasons. one i often think how can i ask God specifically for something and what if he doesn’t answer. I think I’m afraid of being let down. Your story encouraged me to pray and that built my faith up again. I would love to hear about the milk and bread story. Have a happy Easter! It’s all about Jesus.

  5. When I was 15 years old, my grandpa (my mom’s father) died of a heart attack. After a long day of sorrowful tears and traveling to be with my extended family and then returning home late that night, I went to bed hoping to get some sleep since I had to be at school the next day. From my experience of losing other grandparents already, I knew that getting some good rest would be nearly impossible, and so it was to be that night as well. But for a very different reason this time.

    During the night I awoke full of fear and confusion. Crying, I went to my mom to tell her about the dream I had just experienced. In my dream, I was walking down a gravel road outside the small town where we lived. I was walking and talking with a childhood friend and my stepdad, telling them that I wondered if Grandpa was in Heaven. They told me I could call Heaven to find out. I asked how I could do that because I didn’t know the number. They told me it was 1-800-HEAVEN. (Well, of course. I should have known!)

    So in my dream, I went back to the farmhouse where my grandparents had lived to tell everyone that I knew how to reach Grandpa in Heaven. I dialed the number and heard no voice when my call was answered. Confused and unsure of who I was speaking to, I asked if this was Heaven. I was answered with, “Yes,” and then I asked to speak to John H. Meyer, my grandpa. No one spoke to me on the phone, but I knew the phone had changed hands, so again I asked to speak to him and was answered again with, “Yes”. Still confused because of what seemed to me to be a lack of communication (no one ever said “hello” or told me who they were), this scenario occurred three times with me asking to speak to my grandpa and being answered with, “Yes.” Then it occurred to me, and I asked, “Grandpa?” and he said, “Yes.” I was speaking to him.

    After sharing my dream with my mom, I somehow went back to sleep. In the early morning, I made it downstairs to find my mom crying at the kitchen table. I assumed that she was just sad and upset that my grandpa had died, but I soon realized it was more than that. Then my mom told me something that changed my life.

    I knew that my grandpa was not the easiest person to get along with. He could be downright mean at times, and I really am not sure that he had much of a relationship with God. My mom told me that when she went to bed the night before, she prayed to God to give her a sign that my grandpa was with God in Heaven. She said she thought my dream was it.

    I don’t know if that exactly describes a miracle, but it did show me that God answers our prayers. Over the next several days, I felt God’s powerful presence in my life. Since that time, I have not always made the best choices, and I have often allowed distance in my relationship with God. But whenever I am reminded of that dream, I remember that God wants to have a relationship with me. Jill, your post today may be God speaking to me right now and telling me that I have some work to do to strengthen my relationship with Him, since it is another reminder of that dream.

    I think God speaking to us is a miracle in itself!

  6. The birth of my children. No matter how many times you see it, it still amazes me every time to think how that little person acutally came about! God is amazing!!

  7. Great post! And thank you, it’s always good to be reminded about miracles and the power of prayer.

  8. Love this story, Jill! With my two oldest kids saving up for a car, this hits ‘close to home.’ Our miracle story is one of life…the baby we almost lost…years of horrifying seizures, surgeries…and now, life; whole, healed, miraculous. ‘The Caleb Miracle’ – I posted it to your linky – at my little blog, StumblingAroundInTheLight.

    Thanks for sharing the story of His Glory – and for giving us the opportunity to glorify the Miracle-Maker as well!
    – Teri

  9. Jill, your post reminded me that God often not only provides miracles of the big kind, but also of the little desires of our heart. I have had several love taps as I like to think of them from God, and one more recent occurred after the birth of our daughter Libby. I remember walking into the grocery store with a very specific, minimal list. Libby was a NICU baby and we had a large deductible to pay off not to mention further bills. I remember telling her (as a baby) and my son Landon, then 2, to praise Jesus for all the things we did have as we walked the aisles. I remember coming across Oscar Meyer Turkey hotdogs and saying we couldn’t have them this time, but maybe next and again reiterating to my son to praise God for what we did have. I also had wanted cottage cheese, but again it was a want not a need. We thanked God for what we had and left with our very few meager items. The very next day my mother-in-law came and brought Oscar Meyer Turkey hotdogs and cottage cheese. She had been at the grocery that morning and felt prompted to buy those items for us. I immediately went back to my bedroom and wept and thanked the Lord for His goodness. He cares even about the little things. I love how He uses others to bless us and how we can be used by Him to bless someone else. These “miracles” reiterate our connection to Him and I am ever reminded that He cares even about the littlest things.

  10. I love that God’s concerned with answering our prayers right down to the color of the car!! That is awesome. I’ve been about to hop around to about 20 of the participating blogs and am enjoying reading everyone’s God stories. It’s been a great reminder today that details and decisions that seem so insignificant can end up being really big.

  11. Great story of God’s provision and answer to prayer! Thanks for this story! I look forward to participating in the blog hop.

  12. Jill,
    I am always motivated by your blog and your stories. But yes, my family has experienced a miracle that is similair to yours that I would like to share with you. September 1 is my husband’s birthday and September 2 is our anniversary. WE had an OLD grill, that included a broken window on the front and enough rust that I was afraid to put too much food on at once because it might have collapsed. I had saved for several months and priced grills at the end of summer and knew that exactly which grill I was giving as a gift. Then in late August, Huricane Katirna hit the Gulf Coast. Now I live in Pennsylvania no big deal. But my sister was living in Georgia and she made arrangements to go and help with the clean up. We were also very young in our understanding of God’s view of money, but after discussing and praying what to do,(and without telling my husband it was to be his gift) we decided to send the extra money we had to my sister to help with the clean-up effforts that her team would be conducting.
    A week or so later, we were at a Bible Study and having a picnic. I had volunteered to help cook the burgers, on a great grill! When I noticed that the host and my husband had gone to the garage and then they were measuring the back of our Blazer. Out of no where, the host of the bible Study had a grill in their garage that they hadn’t put togther and was still in the box. If we would put it together, it was ours. The really cool part was that it was a nicer grill than what I had been looking at. So God’s gifts are quite humbling, but he showed our family that he was still in control and that when we let go our money for him, he will reward in unexpected ways! Isn’t our God amazing!

  13. Jill,
    We felt God calling us to adopt our son from our agency’s special needs list, but had $0 in adoption savings at that point. We prayed, and God showed up! A financial gift from our church, gifts from friends, loans from family members, as well as pulling together every dime we could scrape together. But we were still a specific amount short with just a few weeks to go before travel to China. We prayed about that specific amount. That weekend, many good friends, all China-adoptive moms, threw a shower for our son. In addition to the sweet little boy clothes, toys and bedding was a group cash gift toward our travel expenses – in the exact amount we needed!

  14. God had really been working in our lives since we got married in 2002. My husband and I are both in the medical field and have gone on several short-term medical trips before feeling called into long-term service. Through God opening and closing doors we were accepted by Global Outreach Mission to help start a hospital in war torn Sierra Leone, West Africa. We are support raising now and hope to leave for Africa by the end of the year. In our preparations we have rented out our condo (we tried to sell it, but God provided a renter instead), and some amazing friends are letting us live in their beautiful house for virtually free while they are in Canada for a job move. All this with a 4 1/2 year old son and 2 1/2 year old and 8 month old daughters. God has provided for us in miraculous and unexpected ways as only HE can! We are looking forward to seeing how he will work miracles in Sierra Leone at Mokanji Hospital.

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